Field of Daisies



The Sea of Daisies stretches on forever, it seems. The thought comes to mind of running with joyous abandon through these waving yellow faces with white arms outstretched to the sun. But, no, a gentler walk with plenty of time to appreciate each flower in turn is the better way.

Out of the corner of one's eye, in a field such as this one, it is said that fairies may be seen.

And so it was!
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The First Fairy was not flitting about, as I expected, but crouching near the base of some flowers. The flower stalks looked like trees by her side. She was trying not to be seen, yet so she was.

Further on, the one to be known as the Green Fairy as not so shy. She even seemed a bit bold - perhaps reassured that the First Fairy was not harmed, and was given a good hearing with all due respect.

The Green Fairy nodded in the direction of the Yellow Fairy. "She can tell more," was the advice. Although the Yellow Fairy was not as outgoing as the Green Fairy had been, she seemed willing enough to chat for a few minutes.

There were red butterflies wandering about among the daisies. The Yellow Fairy noticed them as well, "Those are from the Red Fairy. She can tell you about work. Those butterflies seem to be working all the time, but they are happy and having a good time, as the Red Fairy tells it. Do see her."

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